An Emmet is a man of brilliant natural talent, an entertainer, is highly intelligent, very creative, is the life and soul of the party, has beautiful eyes, chiseled abs, stunning features, and is really really ridiculously good looking. He is a leader of men who is respected by his peers. Men want to be him and women want to be with him. Some Emmet’s can suffer from an addiction to pain medication such as Vicodin, while others can suffer from a compulsive gambling disorder. However this does not stop Emmet’s from achieving greatness. Emmet’s are adored by women and all go on to become a Legend.

When asked at a recent Hollywood Premiere what her ideal man would be like, Super Model Marisa Miller said "I'd love to meet an Emmet, those guys are amazing"

"That guy Emmet is a Legend"

"When I grow up I'm changing my name to Emmet so I can get all the girls too"

One of thousands of stinking, sweating tourists that haul their fat arses down to Cornwall every summer and pollute our beaches with their foul stench, beer cans, used condoms and mcdonalds wrappers.
Easily identifiable by their crisp red skin, "damn seagulls" hat, and Fat Willy's jumper.

a killjoy, somebody who is paranoid at parties and social gathering. feels the need to ruin the fun of others. has negative connotations. not to be confused with the responsible person who wont let people drink and drive and parties and calls cabs.

A Cornish term for a tourist or holidaymaker, also used to describe foreigners in general, and (usually light-heartedly) to describe someone who lives in the town, but is not local to it.

Origin unknown. Believed to be derived from the Cornish word for 'ant', due to the similarity of a plague of tourists descending on a town to a colony of ants. This is unlikely however, as the Cornish word for 'ant' is 'morya'.

"Kint 'ardly breathe 'ere in summer, chap. Too many bloody emmets!"

"Wish we could stop all these emmets invading our country every summer, but they pays our wages, so t'would be silly really."

annoying chav/northerners that in the summer, cover our cornish beaches like a carpet, leaving not even a square inch of space for locals such as myself to sit down. they also throw chips to huge evil flocks of seagulls in the middle of town, saying 'ere, kelleh, kev, look at the luvleh berrds'.

they never listen to lifeguards and float in between the red and yellow flags on their inflatable rings and bodyboards that they can't steer. on lucky occasions they'll fall asleep and turn to a crisp hot pink, before falling off and screaming 'elp meh am drahning' in 4ft of water.

Yes indeedy, a hloiday maker in the southwest is known as an emmet. i believe this term is derived from the cornish for 'ant' as this is what they resemble when they swarm into town consuming everything in sight, generally getting in the way of those who wish to lead their normal everyday lives, and leaving again en-mass with the only sign of them being a trail of mess & destruction.

"You would think that Safeway would get it into their heads that this town is full of Emmets in the summer, and thus order in more bread!"